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Apr. 24th, 2005 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThis is how you have the perfect weekend.
Friday was a long day in college, but I (hope I did) finished my media. I then went home, drove scarily well and proceeded to go to Guides. For those who didn't know, it was the leader's fortieth anniversary of Guiding. She has been inj the organisation for twice the amount of time I have been alive. That is really rather scary. The Guides organised the entire thing themselves, though - I was used to buy cards and to lie blind to Maureen last week but that was about it. We had to somehow keep her out of the hall while we laid out the food and whatnot and we were so terrified that it wouldn't work. And it did! She was completely surprised and more importantly she was chuffed. She was even more surprised when she found out that we'd got the local rag on hand to help out.
"Yeah, the Advertiser is coming in at eight."
"I'm not that gullible!"
"No, they really, really are."
"They wouldn't care."
"Maureen, we're not making this up!"
She nearly fell off her chair when the photographer walked in.
The evening was such good fun, as well. I got to be a Proper Leader, as some of the Brownies stayed, and lots of the older Guiders came to natter to Maureen. We played Ladders. I haven't played Ladders for years. I love running that game. We even sang songs around a specially contructed fake campfire, and I led the songs. I fully apreciate I can't sing. It was great anyway.
AND there was cake. Mmm, cake.
So, I was a happy camper when I went home, and I stayed that way. Work sucked, obviously, but that always happens. I went home, did the requisite girly shaving and then I watched Doctor Who.
My love for this show does not abate. It grows greater and better.
Let's see. Firstly, I don't half like Mickey The Idiot. He's so cute! And he saved the world! I liked the way that yes, this is the modern Doctor Who, and he can use computers. History lesson in the middle too regarding Downing Street and hurrah for the SuperMobile. Even Jackie is slghtly growing on me. Not much, mind, but it was nice that she was willing to make shepard's pie for the Doctor. (Frankly enough, Rose should have told the Doctor it was shepard's pie. He'd have stayed for a bit then.)
The Doctor and Rose are growing more complex by the episode, and I love that She trusts him implicitly (yes, yes, I'm a shipper, I can't help it) and he's growing to seriously care for him. There are lots of complicated theories about that. (Speaking of theories, there was a Bad Wolf reference inserted into this episode, even if it was just the kid scrubbing the graffiti of the TARDIS. I want to write fic about that - the Doctor turning up at your door and making you clean the graffiti.) She was just willing to go with him like that, whatever the cost. I'm also glad she took a rucksack, on the basis that I rather suspect the TARDIS doesn't have the straighteners she needs...
Harriet Jones was just great fun, too. "I was elected for the people, by the people..." and I'd vote for her.
The Slitheen were killed by vinegar! Trippy. The reson for 'invading' was frankly brilliant, too.
By the way, the Welsh police guard is probably my favourite Incidental Character ever. He's so cute and needs a hug.
And as for next week! OH MY GOD SQUEE. Firstly, the Doctor looks nekkid, which is going to leave my mother watching again (this is WRONG it's like the James Marsters thing ALL OVER AGAIN). Also, there are Daleks. I cannot describe the squee this induced. I am going to lose my Dalek virginity next week. It's a big step, I promise. I also seem to be the only one who spotted Anna Louise )Plowman. Maybe I was, and maybe I was wrong. Still, we'll see.
I then recieved a phone call from Iona, most of which was incoherant squee (both ways) and discussion about Collectormania. E-mails have gone out regarding that, by the way.
I ran upstairs to get changed, as I had been roped into being Jess's date for the night as she was without Day and I was without Clare. It was yet another birthday party for someone I don't know that well in a place I can hardly get to, but I went out of a sense of duty. Also, I could get a lift in for free, so no complaints.
I have recently been on the Diet Of Doom, as you may or may not know. It seems to be working. For the hell of it, I trid a sumemry dress that I have and do not wear and it makes me all squishy up top. As the zip went up perfectly, I knew that something was weird. Peered at self in the mirror to discover that squishy bits are no longer in existance. I AM THIN AND GORGEOUS AND THE SCALES ARE BIG LIARS. Mum has reckoned for a while that the scales were iffy, but I was convinced it meant that the weight was dropping very, very slowly. I need to go and weigh myself properly, I think.
As such, I went out last night looking thin and gorgeous wearing a dress that is nearly pink, with high heels and everything. I DOTH ROCK. Had a glass of wine with Jess before I went out, and joked in the car that if I crashed due to the speeding (oh god, I hate speeding. People, I can't handle you driving at 85mph on the motorway. I can shout at Clare, but not at John...) I had been sophisticated so didn't mind that much.
The party itself was okay, to be honest. Me and Jess were all lonely and singleton, we were surrounded by couples and 12 year old scallies. The drinks were disgustingly expensive and people laughed at the Crazy A15 dancing. This did not stop the Crazy A15 Dancing. A requested Bohemian Rhapsody, and rather embarrassingly fell over a step whilst doing so. I wouldn't have minded, but I was as sober as a judge. At the time. We may have mentioned that the drinks were expensive. I bought orange juice and tipped 'water' into it. It's amazing how clear vodka is...
As such, was quite ratarsed when the time rolled around to come home. Jess and I had a loud and frankly silly conversation in the back of John's car, which resulted in Jess coming back to mine and getting more pissed. Actually, we wanted to go out but nowhere was open. Bah. We then watched the repeat of Doctor Who confidential and made loud squeeing noises as the simple phrase "Exterminate! Exterminate!" Jss then wandered home by herself. I made her take one of my coats, which means I'll be wandering around without one for the next few days. Whoops.
Today, I tried to sleep in (I went to bed exceedingly late) but it all went wrong. I was very much awake by 11 this morning but I'm not too stressed out about it. This is because I am not hungover. HURRAH!
Clare is coming around later tonight. Good fun.
Oh, I love weekends that go right...
~Hathy_Col~
Friday was a long day in college, but I (hope I did) finished my media. I then went home, drove scarily well and proceeded to go to Guides. For those who didn't know, it was the leader's fortieth anniversary of Guiding. She has been inj the organisation for twice the amount of time I have been alive. That is really rather scary. The Guides organised the entire thing themselves, though - I was used to buy cards and to lie blind to Maureen last week but that was about it. We had to somehow keep her out of the hall while we laid out the food and whatnot and we were so terrified that it wouldn't work. And it did! She was completely surprised and more importantly she was chuffed. She was even more surprised when she found out that we'd got the local rag on hand to help out.
"Yeah, the Advertiser is coming in at eight."
"I'm not that gullible!"
"No, they really, really are."
"They wouldn't care."
"Maureen, we're not making this up!"
She nearly fell off her chair when the photographer walked in.
The evening was such good fun, as well. I got to be a Proper Leader, as some of the Brownies stayed, and lots of the older Guiders came to natter to Maureen. We played Ladders. I haven't played Ladders for years. I love running that game. We even sang songs around a specially contructed fake campfire, and I led the songs. I fully apreciate I can't sing. It was great anyway.
AND there was cake. Mmm, cake.
So, I was a happy camper when I went home, and I stayed that way. Work sucked, obviously, but that always happens. I went home, did the requisite girly shaving and then I watched Doctor Who.
My love for this show does not abate. It grows greater and better.
Let's see. Firstly, I don't half like Mickey The Idiot. He's so cute! And he saved the world! I liked the way that yes, this is the modern Doctor Who, and he can use computers. History lesson in the middle too regarding Downing Street and hurrah for the SuperMobile. Even Jackie is slghtly growing on me. Not much, mind, but it was nice that she was willing to make shepard's pie for the Doctor. (Frankly enough, Rose should have told the Doctor it was shepard's pie. He'd have stayed for a bit then.)
The Doctor and Rose are growing more complex by the episode, and I love that She trusts him implicitly (yes, yes, I'm a shipper, I can't help it) and he's growing to seriously care for him. There are lots of complicated theories about that. (Speaking of theories, there was a Bad Wolf reference inserted into this episode, even if it was just the kid scrubbing the graffiti of the TARDIS. I want to write fic about that - the Doctor turning up at your door and making you clean the graffiti.) She was just willing to go with him like that, whatever the cost. I'm also glad she took a rucksack, on the basis that I rather suspect the TARDIS doesn't have the straighteners she needs...
Harriet Jones was just great fun, too. "I was elected for the people, by the people..." and I'd vote for her.
The Slitheen were killed by vinegar! Trippy. The reson for 'invading' was frankly brilliant, too.
By the way, the Welsh police guard is probably my favourite Incidental Character ever. He's so cute and needs a hug.
And as for next week! OH MY GOD SQUEE. Firstly, the Doctor looks nekkid, which is going to leave my mother watching again (this is WRONG it's like the James Marsters thing ALL OVER AGAIN). Also, there are Daleks. I cannot describe the squee this induced. I am going to lose my Dalek virginity next week. It's a big step, I promise. I also seem to be the only one who spotted Anna Louise )Plowman. Maybe I was, and maybe I was wrong. Still, we'll see.
I then recieved a phone call from Iona, most of which was incoherant squee (both ways) and discussion about Collectormania. E-mails have gone out regarding that, by the way.
I ran upstairs to get changed, as I had been roped into being Jess's date for the night as she was without Day and I was without Clare. It was yet another birthday party for someone I don't know that well in a place I can hardly get to, but I went out of a sense of duty. Also, I could get a lift in for free, so no complaints.
I have recently been on the Diet Of Doom, as you may or may not know. It seems to be working. For the hell of it, I trid a sumemry dress that I have and do not wear and it makes me all squishy up top. As the zip went up perfectly, I knew that something was weird. Peered at self in the mirror to discover that squishy bits are no longer in existance. I AM THIN AND GORGEOUS AND THE SCALES ARE BIG LIARS. Mum has reckoned for a while that the scales were iffy, but I was convinced it meant that the weight was dropping very, very slowly. I need to go and weigh myself properly, I think.
As such, I went out last night looking thin and gorgeous wearing a dress that is nearly pink, with high heels and everything. I DOTH ROCK. Had a glass of wine with Jess before I went out, and joked in the car that if I crashed due to the speeding (oh god, I hate speeding. People, I can't handle you driving at 85mph on the motorway. I can shout at Clare, but not at John...) I had been sophisticated so didn't mind that much.
The party itself was okay, to be honest. Me and Jess were all lonely and singleton, we were surrounded by couples and 12 year old scallies. The drinks were disgustingly expensive and people laughed at the Crazy A15 dancing. This did not stop the Crazy A15 Dancing. A requested Bohemian Rhapsody, and rather embarrassingly fell over a step whilst doing so. I wouldn't have minded, but I was as sober as a judge. At the time. We may have mentioned that the drinks were expensive. I bought orange juice and tipped 'water' into it. It's amazing how clear vodka is...
As such, was quite ratarsed when the time rolled around to come home. Jess and I had a loud and frankly silly conversation in the back of John's car, which resulted in Jess coming back to mine and getting more pissed. Actually, we wanted to go out but nowhere was open. Bah. We then watched the repeat of Doctor Who confidential and made loud squeeing noises as the simple phrase "Exterminate! Exterminate!" Jss then wandered home by herself. I made her take one of my coats, which means I'll be wandering around without one for the next few days. Whoops.
Today, I tried to sleep in (I went to bed exceedingly late) but it all went wrong. I was very much awake by 11 this morning but I'm not too stressed out about it. This is because I am not hungover. HURRAH!
Clare is coming around later tonight. Good fun.
Oh, I love weekends that go right...
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2005-04-24 02:55 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2005-04-24 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-24 03:00 pm (UTC)Just added you :D
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:36 pm (UTC)But did we not get from ormsklirk to wigan in 10 mins?
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-24 03:38 pm (UTC)I think my scales lie too... they say my weight rockets up and down. Last week they said I'd put on three kilos so I'm refusing to go near them at the moment and carrying on with the unhealthiness. Oops. Jeans are tighter now.
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:41 pm (UTC)Scales are evil. *nods*
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Date: 2005-04-25 10:46 am (UTC)xx
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Date: 2005-04-25 11:18 pm (UTC)xx